i'll never forget the feeling i got when we were driving into the city at midnight the other day. how peaceful it was. the lights, the stars, the water, the skyline. it seemed so beautiful to me. it made me think of the millions of people scurrying in that city on their way to do something. i wondered what they were going to do. in a world of ( Read more... )

i am simply stupefied with my vagrant impulses, and aimless persona in life. i am contorting myself into everything i've ever hated, and i try to avoid my inevitable outcome but it's hopeless. i am internally decaying, yet my exterior shows not even a subtle rust. it's a lovely deception, and i am grateful to savor every last bit ( Read more... )

contrary to popular belief i can booty pop just as good as the next video girl. i'm quite the hot shit at breakdancing too. just because i'm white, it doesn't mean a single thing.

every day is another day closer to graduation. which is something i've been constantly contemplating and worrying about. i wish i could stop thinking about it. it's tearing me down ( Read more... )

i'm moving to anaheim california: my dream come true ( Read more... )

i recently went to a wedding. there i saw a handful of mischievous kids running around. all i heard was laughter and screams, as if they had no care in the world. the look in their eyes seemed so innocent. i remember a time when i was like that; so oblivious to the world around me. those were the days when dreams could be achieved and nothing was ( Read more... )

jordan asked me to move in with him. i don't know what to say.

there's eight weeks left until i graduate high school. now if that isn't the scariest thought placed inside my mind at this moment, then i don't know what is. i don't know what to feel. i'm scared. and i'm excited. yet, i just want to get out of here. i want to be independent. but, just with a little help from everyone ( Read more... )

i have strep throat. i want to shoot myself in the face.

i wish sometimes i was happy for a change. it seems no matter what i do, i always get hurt in the end. and i find myself constantly crying until i fall asleep. i never felt so empty before.

anyways. whenever i listen to lynard skynards free bird i think of that one night i spent with matt. how we drove to the bowling alley. and we both refused to ( Read more... )